The Divine Comedy of Dante AlighieriHoughton, Mifflin, 1893 - 353 páginas |
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Acheron answered art thou bear began behold Branca Doria breast breath CANTO Centaur CHARLES ELIOT NORTON Chiron climb Cocytus cornice cried Dante Alighieri dark didst Divina Commedia doom dost doth dread dwell earth eternal evermore eyes face fain fear feet fell fiend flame gaze Geryon grace Guide hand haply hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hell Leader Lest light limbs living look Lord LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY Malebolge Master mind move naught ne'er never o'er once pace passed Phlegyas Poet prayer race replied round seemed shade shore side sighs sight sinner Soon Sordello soul spake speak sped spirit Statius stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou mayst thou shalt thought thyself torment trembling turned Tuscan twixt unto Virgil visage voice weeping Whence Whereat Wherefore words wouldst wretch yonder
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Página 101 - She who with seven heads tower'd at her birth, And from ten horns her proof of glory drew, Long as her spouse in virtue took delight. Of gold and silver ye have made your god...
Página vi - Bust of Dante SEE, from this counterfeit of him Whom Arno shall remember long, How stern of lineament, how grim, The father was of Tuscan song: There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn, abide; Small friendship for the lordly throng; Distrust of all the world beside. Faithful if this wan image be, No dream his life was — but a fight! Could any Beatrice see A lover in that anchorite? To that cold...
Página 226 - Twixt steep and level went a winding path Which led us where the vale-side dies away Till less than half its height the margin hath. Gold and fine silver, ceruse, cochineal, India's rich wood, heaven's lucid blue serene, Or glow that emeralds freshly broke reveal, Had all been vanquished by the varied sheen Of this bright valley set with shrubs and flowers, As less by greater. Nor had Nature there Only in painting spent herself, but showers Of odors manifold made sweet the air With one strange mingling...
Página 51 - Thy thoughts in open words unfold." So by his tomb I stood — beside its base. Glancing upon me with a scornful air, " Who were thine ancestors ? " he coldly asked. Willing to answer, I did not forbear My name or lineage, but the whole unmasked. Slightly the spirit raised his haughty brows, And said : " Thy sires to me and mine were aye adverse — To me, and to the cause I did espouse ; Therefore their legions twice did I disperse.
Página 335 - Springtime roses all around." " Underneath a falling cloud of flowers, Which from those hands angelical rained Into the chariot and around in showers, Wreathed over a white veil, with olive crown, Appeared a woman in a mantle green, And living flame the color of her gown. "Although the veil which from her forehead fell, Girt by that frondage of Minerva's tree, Suffered me not to see her features well, Queenly she looked, and yet upbraided me.
Página 29 - twas which both o'erthrew. At reading of the longed-for smile, — to be By such a lover's kissing so much blest, This dearest — never shalt thou part from me ! His lips to mine, to mine, all trembling, pressed. The writer was our Galeot with la. book : — That day we read no further on.
Página 50 - When they come at last, Clothed in their now forsaken frames of clay, From dread Jehoshaphat (the Judgment past), These flaming dens must all be barred for aye. Here in their cemetery, on this side, With his whole sect is Epicurus pent, Who thought the spirit with its body died.
Página 173 - Living I am ; and thou, if craving fame, Mayst count it precious," this was my reply, " That I with other notes record thy name." He answered thus : " Far other wish have I. Trouble me now no longer — get thee gone : Thine is cold flattery in this waste of Hell.
Página 51 - Full in his face already I was gazing While his front lowered and his proud bosom swelled, As though even there, amid his burial blazing, The infernal realm in high disdain he held. My Leader then, with ready hands and bold, Forced me toward him, among the graves to pace, Saying, " Thy thoughts in open words unfold.
Página 234 - ... not enter seven times more That part of heaven where Aries o'er his bed Stretches and spreads his forked feet all four, Ere this thy courtesy's belief shall be Nailed in the middle of thy head with nails Of greater force than men's reports to thee If, unimpeded, Judgment's course prevails.